Hello! This is my first OneShot, I don't normally do these. I got the picture in my head for this story when...actually, I don't remember, but the picture was inspirational and I had to write about it.

I don't own Harry Potter. But it would be so awesome if I did!

There were some things that Petunia Evans Dursley found forgivable. Others, she didn't.

Finally, it was my turn. My turn to shine in a crowd. My turn to get some attention. Today was my wedding day. The wedding would start in half an hour. I was already dressed in my gown, which had a narrow skirt with embroidery. There was a V-neck with short, buttercup sleeves. My medium length, blonde hair was braided and I wore a short veil.

Had she looked better on her wedding day? All odds pointed to the fact that she had.

I shook the thought from my head. I couldn't let her ruin this for me.

"Petunia? Are you ready?" I heard my father call through the door.

"Yes," I said, standing up and picking up my bouquet. I put all thoughts of my sister from my head and walked out of my room.

I headed downstairs and we climbed into the limousine we had rented just for today. Once I was settled, I found myself nervously adjusting my veil. My father reached over and made me stop. "You look fine," he said, smiling at me.

Time seemed to go too fast after that. We arrived at the gardens ten minutes later. Vernon and I had decided that we'd prefer an outdoor wedding to a church. I stepped out to see the perfect canopy tent and the prefect gardens that would be the scene of our reception.

I stood behind the curtain and shifted from foot to foot in anxiousness. Soon, I heard the music begin to play and saw the flower girls head out down the aisle. My father took my arm and we walked behind them.

I saw Vernon standing by the pulpit, grinning. His joy made me smile too. I was soon next to him, and there was a scattering of applause as we took hands. I heard the pastor begin to give his speech. I heard the first part and the last part. Soon I heard myself saying, "I do." I knew I'd heard the words; I just couldn't concentrate on them right now for my happiness.

"You may kiss the bride." I leaned in and Vernon and I shared our first kiss as a married couple. When we broke apart, I turned around and looked through the crowd, beaming.

But that smile slid off my face like water when I saw them.

Why? Why did she have to be here? It was my day, mine!

My sister, Lily Potter was sitting in the crowd, grinning and waving, next to her husband, Jacob. Or was it John? I knew it was something like that. He was smiling, but he didn't seem to be quite as enthusiastic as Lily was. Was she happy for me? No! She couldn't be…

Why did she have to be kind to me like I hadn't been to her? Why had she come to my wedding when I hadn't even sent an R.S.V.P. for hers? And why was she smiling, when I hadn't smiled at her in longer than I could remember? Why did she forgive me?

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"Come on, James," I said in my husband's ear. I knew Petunia had seen me. But I didn't want to intrude on her special day any longer.

"You don't want to talk to her?" James asked, slightly surprised. In fact, I had dragged him along for this when he hadn't wanted to come. I don't think he liked my sister or her new husband that much. I guess he was surprised that I hadn't wanted any more than this.

"It's alright. She knows what I want to say," I replied. And it was true. I'd seen it in her face. I took James's hand and led him through the crowd that was heading forward to congratulate the new couple.

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I stared my sister's bob of bright red hair as she walked out of the tent with Joseph. There were some things I could forgive. But one thing that I could not was when someone forgave me when I knew that I didn't deserve it.